🐍 In the Clock Tower KingCobraJFS / Josh Saunders - Amateur musician, YouTube Streamer, wandmaker, and self-proclaimed "sexy goth badboy". Perpetually circling the drain.

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My first reaction after discovering cobes was actually to buy a wand but then I realized he no longer sold wands on etsy for 50 or 60 bucks so it was a short lived dream. Hopefully one day he expands from T-shirts and does a pullover Hoodie that says fuck sickos so I can buy it
 
Bifocal Lens said:
If you give him money for a wand though... yeah you're retarded. But don't worry, he'll get it done when he gets around to it. He won't have any money for shipping, though.
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I was just thinking the other day about one of my favourite little Cobes moments. A couple of years ago he made two wands and sold them through Etsy. He sent the wands to the wrong address. The person asked for a refund like a day later and Josh said "I don't quite have the money for a refund right now". He was just hoping that wherever the package ended up that they would just return to sender so he could send it to the right place this time.
I feel like it just sums him up so well. If you give the boy any amount of money, just know that it's already spent before he even receives it.
 
AnOminous said:
If you had a gun to your head and the choice between drinking a gallon of bogmead or going down on NAL, how quickly would you force the guy to shoot you?
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I'd ask him to give me the gun and leave so I could do it myself and spare him the guilt of murder. He'd know I wasn't going to turn it on him given these options.
 
AnOminous said:
If you had a gun to your head and the choice between drinking a gallon of bogmead or going down on NAL, how quickly would you force the guy to shoot you?
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I’d go out like a legend. I’d suck down that bog mead chunks and all and then I’d suck down that Wendy’s chunks and all and then I’d shoot myself in the head. They say once you reach a certain threshold of inhuman agony pain is indistinguishable from pleasure. I want to test the same for disgust. Push the boundary of human experience and see what level of disgust and revulsion one needs to reach for it to become delight and revelation. Marquis De Sade would be envious. My final moments would rival scenes from The 120 Days of Sodom. In fact if I were to guess if he were around today his mind might cook up a scene just like this. Curdled sugar slop tainted with boglim fecal fingernail remnants and cum crust from between his rings. A sloppy roast beef pussy wet with stale sour urine refused to be dabbed up with toilet paper and dripping with yeasty mucus, the sweat from the folds wafting an aroma of cheap burgers slapped together by a greasy teen with acne and finally as I lick my lips clean the bullet enters my skull and it blossoms like a rose as my brains exit my brain case. A balloon full of ground meat popping. Blood spraying. A champagne cork popped as celebration of my end. “Congratulations!”
 
Slim Boglim said:
I’d go out like a legend. I’d suck down that bog mead chunks and all and then I’d suck down that Wendy’s chunks and all and then I’d shoot myself in the head. They say once you reach a certain threshold of inhuman agony pain is indistinguishable from pleasure. I want to test the same for disgust. Push the boundary of human experience and see what level of disgust and revulsion one needs to reach for it to become delight and revelation. Marquis De Sade would be envious. My final moments would rival scenes from The 120 Days of Sodom. In fact if I were to guess if he were around today his mind might cook up a scene just like this. Curdled sugar slop tainted with boglim fecal fingernail remnants and cum crust from between his rings. A sloppy roast beef pussy wet with stale sour urine refused to be dabbed up with toilet paper and dripping with yeasty mucus, the sweat from the folds wafting an aroma of cheap burgers slapped together by a greasy teen with acne and finally as I lick my lips clean the bullet enters my skull and it blossoms like a rose as my brains exit my brain case. A balloon full of ground meat popping. Blood spraying. A champagne cork popped as celebration of my end. “Congratulations!”
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The Cenobite tactic, interesting to see it deployed in this situation. I can't argue against this level of dedication, comrade.
 
Quandale Octavius Dingle said:
Finally caught up with the BogCron recap. It's so fascinating how when drunk he's terribly self aware of how badly he's fucked up his social life, familial relations, health and prospects. But when sober he's completely lost in delusion about every girl since the 4th grade, ride bike, rockstar badboy with pristine hair and teeth, etc.
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It's only delusion in so much he thinks evidently he's successfully convincing the audience. When he'd "Shon and Saunders" back in the day he'd tear himself to shreds through the puppet and was stone cold sober. He just seems convinced if he projects confidence, he can fool the audience.
 
Bixby Snyder said:
but that’s creeping into wire fraud.
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No prosecutor would waste public resources trying to get a grand jury to indict a boglim.

It would be hilarious watching Cobes mog some loser trole by being judgement proof in civil court and just not showing up to any proceedings whatsoever causing the juan buying retard to spend even more money trying to collect a fucking spray painted stick from a retard.
 
Slim Boglim said:
I’d go out like a legend. I’d suck down that bog mead chunks and all and then I’d suck down that Wendy’s chunks and all and then I’d shoot myself in the head. They say once you reach a certain threshold of inhuman agony pain is indistinguishable from pleasure. I want to test the same for disgust. Push the boundary of human experience and see what level of disgust and revulsion one needs to reach for it to become delight and revelation. Marquis De Sade would be envious. My final moments would rival scenes from The 120 Days of Sodom. In fact if I were to guess if he were around today his mind might cook up a scene just like this. Curdled sugar slop tainted with boglim fecal fingernail remnants and cum crust from between his rings. A sloppy roast beef pussy wet with stale sour urine refused to be dabbed up with toilet paper and dripping with yeasty mucus, the sweat from the folds wafting an aroma of cheap burgers slapped together by a greasy teen with acne and finally as I lick my lips clean the bullet enters my skull and it blossoms like a rose as my brains exit my brain case. A balloon full of ground meat popping. Blood spraying. A champagne cork popped as celebration of my end. “Congratulations!”
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The box of Wendy's. You opened it, we came.
 
Potion_Time said:
No prosecutor would waste public resources trying to get a grand jury to indict a boglim.

It would be hilarious watching Cobes mog some loser trole by being judgement proof in civil court and just not showing up to any proceedings whatsoever causing the juan buying retard to spend even more money trying to collect a fucking spray painted stick from a retard.
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"I'll go to court when I feel like it, your honorable."
 
I agree but it won’t take much for a troll to buy an expensive wand with the intent to cause legal issues. Daddy nips might come to the rescue but it still can cause problems
 
Bixby Snyder said:
I agree but it won’t take much for a troll to buy an expensive wand with the intent to cause legal issues. Daddy nips might come to the rescue but it still can cause problems
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While I don't doubt someone to do that this person legit just donated 500 and put like a message in the PayPal note to make a purple wand. He could literally tell her to eat shit and she can't do a thing.
 
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